There is a sense of nostalgia when I hear the squeak of the court, or witness some of my favorite NBA legends dunk on a defender. When someone has that special talent to dunk, it gives them more power, more intimidation. It dispels fear into the hearts of other teams, causing them to shutter as someone walks out of the locker room, knowing the abilities that they have. I wanted to set fear into the hearts of my opponents, to have the ability to dunk, to end the game before it had started. From the moment my hands touched a basketball and my feet hit the court, I knew that I would dunk one day.
Being vertically challenged all through middle school and part of highschool, my hands could barely grasp the bottom of the net. Entering my freshman year, I was a whopping 4’ 11”. Over and over I jumped as high as I could, reaching towards that distant orange ring that I so much wished to grab. I would jump until my shins were on fire, burning from the pressure that they had been put under. I would …show more content…
I started out by researching even more than I thought possible,and I even emailed the guy who created the program, asking for personal tips that he could possibly give me. I received the answers that I so badly yearned for and quickly put them to use. It was long and gruesome, and at times I was tempted to once again give up. Every time I did a repetition of my plyometrics, there was a small amount of doubt lingering in the back of my mind, waiting to pounce upon my work ethic and tear it apart. I decided right then and there that the doubt that scared me so much in the past would now be my fuel. From then on, everything I did was motivated by the doubt that lingered in my mind. I could now feel a difference in everything that I did. I could feel myself jumping higher, feeling evermore like I was suspended in the air by a harness that got slightly higher every